i am too high!

Totally lost in you…am I too high?

I have to hold myself back, sigh!

I wish I could crash in to you and die

I don’t miss you, yes it’s a lie!

The bling in your eyes make me smile, tirelessly!

Your cornered looks make me fall for you each moment, inexhaustibly!

Your silent words make me go deep into you, unflaggingly!

If our tomorrow never comes, I’ll sit here and wait for you, untiringly!

The sparkle in my eyes is because of your smile,

The pep in my walk is because of your charm,

The sparkle in me is coz you define me,

The zing in my words is jus coz you are there

Totally lost in you…am I too high?

When with you I feel like fly…up high!

I wish I could crash in to you and die!

I don’t miss you, oh yes it’s a lie!

…there are a few unexplainable emotions that are just read by the right one. When life seems just picture perfect and every moment you feel like pinching yourself just to realize that it’s not a dream to fizzle out but a long lasting impression to rest on.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand on my hand…makes me who I am

Without you coming into my life, I wouldn't have known what the real meaning of loving and being loved is. You are always the reason behind my smile and sometimes when I smile with tears; it’s when I really feel thankful and lucky for having you.

An extra effort...

“An extra effort can save someone’s life, a reluctant effort can spoil someone’s life and no effort can easily kill someone”

Every extra effort pays off hugely…is it true? Umm…well it does. It always does. Effort in everything we do carries respect along with it because not everyone is capable of putting in effort in what we do, because not everyone has the zeal to make others happy. We always find a reason to be happy, no matter what happens who cares for us, no matter who is stringed with us or who is going away from us, but how many of us try to make others happy? How many of us stamp our own wishes and go ahead in fulfilling others wishes. Hardly any, even I skip to do so in so many occasions. And later I regret. Well, we are expected to act then and there, after hurting someone or skipping a chance to make others happy; it doesn’t make any difference if we regret or try to pull down the moon.

Putting in an extra effort towards something, sometimes is a  small thing but mostly gives big smiles and happiness. Working women are treasured and applauded everywhere, but where and when are the housewives acclaimed for the untiring and hardworking efforts right from sunrise to sunset. She is the one who gets up first and makes sure that everything is ready before others get up, set breakfast of choice, make the children ready, set the kitchen and do household work with a broad smile. They are the backbone of a family. Their efforts are always uncounted. The extra effort that she puts in to bring a smile on her husband’s face after a long day, the pep in her child’s face after school and the exempted look on her in laws face is exemplary and worth appraising.

A mother is God’s gift, she untiringly works for the happiness of the family without a single complain, she builds her home with the best fragrance and beauty. After a tiring day at her workplace she cooks the best food, teaches her children and shares some quality time with her husband. The extra effort that she puts in to bind a family and keep everyone happy is commendable and worth recognizing.  She puts an extra effort when she stays up bright just to put her child to sleep who is not well. She puts in an extra effort to support her worried husband; she puts in an extra effort to be the best daughter in law. She works like a super woman with least expectation and very less reward.

Extra effort is sometimes treated as waste of time and many at times overrated also. When a young couple fights, there are hundreds of people around who take advantage of it and try to break it. There’s some sadistic pleasure that such people get out of it. But the actual fact is that when a couple lets others get into the compact bond, only then people get a chance to speak. When one of them is wrong, sometimes they quietly say sorry and put an end to the issue because they value their relationship more than anything else. But when they fight and let the west wind blow the love away what is required is “an extra effort”. An extra effort can save a relationship, it can be a song sung by you or going really over the top to make your better half smile, it can be  a small poem handwritten, or a small anything nothing or something. An extra effort always saves a dying ship from sinking. We just have to get ready to put in that effort. It doesn’t work when we are closed and disinterested. Every little thing becomes huge smiles, only if we want to put in that extra effort.

Friends are shining stars in our life who add different effulgence into our liveliness. We meet so many people in the course of our life, but everyone is not special. A few of them become our lifeline, a few of them give us a lesson of our life, a few give us our lives back and a few take our life away as well. But “an extra effort” can save a friendship and give it a mark of a life, but again we should be ready for it. It doesn’t make anyone small or big by saying a simple word sorry but it does save a treasured equation.                       

Every extra effort is extra, but along with it extra happiness and extra plus points also come. It might not give us the maximum output, but it will surely give us the emotion, the feel that we at least “tried”. Without trying there’s nothing achieved. What we get without pain and effort is not valued as much as a something achieved with effort, extra effort, pain and wait. But we need to identify what’s worth it.

An extra effort can make a crying baby smile, dying hearts revive, failing students survive, and dying relationships save. Let’s keep our selfish mode aside and make someone else smile every day, each day let’s make it a new day, because instead of losing someone special it’s more important to make them smile. We might not stop them, but we can be a happy memory in their crying heart. “An extra effort” always pays off, it might be a small pinch of sugar, but still it adds sweetness to someone’s life.

Few Unsaid Riddles...How I Wish!

She came to u asking ur attention, U said u were busy...

She called u in the middle of the night, U said u wanna sleep...She fought with u for no reason just to spend some time talking to the one she needs da most, U say she is Impossible...!
YES Shes bad..demanding.
...Possesive...Jealous...Weak.
Emotional...n Yes she throws a lot of tantrums right?
But, Remember.. Once upon a time when u were alone, U looked at the moon and said, "I'll give everything for SOMEONE who disturbs me all the time, I'll never LEAVE her alone, I'll never let her CRY.."
U broke her Heart n the strange part is...She still Loves U...

"Don't Lose A Diamond While You Are Too Busy Collecting d Stones..."
She's not Too Good 4 U...She's Just the ONE 4 U ...

PS - If you really love your girl, you don’t let her go to sleep mad, or upset at you. You don’t let her cry herself to sleep because you know deep down inside, that’ll be hurting you twice as much as it’s hurting her. You don’t leave her hanging, you hang in there for her no matter how hard times get. YES Shes bad..demanding....Possesive...Jealous...Weak.Emotional...n Yes she throws a lot of tantrums right?But, Remember.. Once upon a time when u were alone, U looked at the moon and said, "I'll give everything for SOMEONE who disturbs me all the time, I'll never LEAVE her alone, I'll never let her CRY.."U broke her Heart n da strange part is...She still Loves U... 
"Don't Lose A Diamond While You Are Too Busy Collecting d Stones..." Shez not Too Good 4 U...Shez Just da ONE 4 U ... 
PS - If you really love your girl, you don’t let her go to sleep mad, or upset at you. You don’t let her cry herself to sleep because you know deep down inside, that’ll be hurting you twice as much as it’s hurting her. You don’t leave her hanging, you hang in there for her no matter how hard times get. 

Every girl has her best friend, boyfriend, and true love.
But you’re really lucky if they’re all the same person.
I don't get it, you're mad at her because she cares? When your girl gets jealous that you're talking to another girl, worried because you aren't responding back to her countless texts, upset that you don't have time for her, or argues with you for any reason. It means she actually cares about you. It doesn't make her clingy, it doesn't make her annoying. It makes her faithful, and it makes her committed and true to your relationship. Be thankful for everything she does for you because one day, she'll be gone

You're the first thing I think of
Each morning when I rise
You're the last thing I think of
When I close my eyes,

You're in each thought I have
And every breath I take
My feelings are growing stronger
With every move you make,

You're the miracle in my life
Who can always make me smile
My love for you is so strong
It's always just keeps growing high,

Don't tell me it's not worth trying for
Don't tell me it's not worth fighting for
You can't tell me it's not worth dying for

There's no love - like your love
And no other - could give more love

Look into my eyes - you will see
What you mean to me
Belive Me it's true
Everything I do - I do it for You !

I want to scream and tell it aloud!

There are uncountable things that happen which has no meaning but still we relate every moment of it with our lives, some leave indelible impression and help us build a life and a few break us through and through and destroys the real us inside that tries to peep out and we slump it again and again. But still we don’t fall back; we get up after falling down and move ahead with the same spirit. But till when? Is there any limit to patience and blind trust? Is there a possibility to kill the love inside and turn into a vegetable? Till when can someone stick to a belief as a strong one and trust the foundation and love endlessly when every bit of happening and non-happening is against us? There is a strong bond that lights us up but what should someone do when that same emotion breaks you into pieces. There is a part of us which is in denial that there is nothing negative and everything is fine and a few obstacles come our way no matter what and we must stick to it as we love the emotion the most but there is another part in us which pushes us away to sink. I don’t know the limit and the limitations, but yes we must understand to understand.

The leaves won’t blow in the same direction tomorrow, the rose might not bloom in the same way as today, there might not be a blue sky over our head in the next moment and in the same way our loved ones may not be with us in the next “love” moment. So, we must not lose a chance to tell how we feel, to express our feelings, to put an extra effort, to save a dying love, to stop someone’s tears, to hold someone’s hand so that it doesn’t slip off, just take a step forward to hold her when she falls down; you might not find her with you when you need her next, she’ll be gone because she has always loved you more than possibilities and impossibilities.

I am a dry leaf, I’ve stopped breathing,

I have no reason to smile, I am just blinking.

I am a dead rose, I’ve no fragrance left,

I have less life in me, I might break any moment, I might drift.

I know there is green, but I’m not able to reach it,

You are the reason I smile, But you are far away.

I know there is fragrance, but I’m not able to hug it,

You are my life, But you are away and left me to sway.

Your smile makes my day and brightens my life,

Tears in your cheek tears my heart apart.

I want to hold your hand never to slip,

But you still feel lonely, when you know that I’m your raft.

I am human, I have feelings and I actually breathe,

Your love draws the best path for me, how can you not see it?

I feel pained when you lose the love rope and give up on faith

Your love is my strength that blows away my worries, how can you not see it?

There are many things that are left unsaid and unmolded sometimes but that should not be made as a practice, we should not forget that there are people who are ready to give up on their lives to see you smile. There might not be beautiful tomorrows but there are dreams of many. There may not be all the smiles of love and exclusivity but there are pictures drawn. You might be scared of the “What Ifs” and “Then Whats” but she wants to hold your hand as a reassurance and walk through the trodden and the untrodden. She wants to be the strongest pillar on which you can rely in a heartbeat; she wants to be that confidante on whom you can trust like no one else. She wants to tell you that everything will be fine and our dreams shall come true. Don’t shrug her off, she might just get hurt. She won’t show the deep cut, hide it behind her smiles, but she knows how hurt you are and that hurts her as well. Mr. Fate plays dirty games but yes…that fortifies a new doubtful bland apprehension. You won’t always get everything on a platter, sometimes you need to design it yourself with help, draw it, build it, mould it, paint it and finally set it…Right!

When she says that you are her world, trust her blindly because there’s nothing as serious as that to her. When she says that she can’t live without you, believe her, if she says so, then she just can’t. Yes people come and go and we learn to move on, but that doesn’t mean that we have to kill a beauty because of the fear of the colors turning into reality. But then we need to put in that extra effort to set the puzzle just right and enjoy the view of a long lived dream. Stop it if you can. Give it a chance if you can. Run behind it and chase it if you can…You never know what you’ll gain by holding on to it and what you’ll let slip out of your hands. It might be the most precious thing that God has ever gifted you with.

Yes of course it is time that strengthens a relationship and for that we need to have patience, trust and of course faith in the decider, hold his hands and walk through. But letting go off something beautiful and pure because of a non-existent fear is not done. You might not feel the love now, you might not feel it ever but don’t just avoid the other person’s feeling. But ya! When you realize it actually, it may not be the same situation, the same you, the same she, the same we. So don’t let it go when it is just in front of you, so close and just yours. Grab it and never let go.

You need to gather and keep it together if it is that important and special, and the day you take the decision just tell yourself silently that you were right.

You are the reason behind the reason...

I don’t want to close my eyes,

I don’t want to miss a second of you.

I don’t want to hold you tight,

You might slip away or crunch.

I don’t want to stop listening to you,

You might blur away.

I don’t want to stop smiling,

You might get lost in my thoughts.

I can’t stop thinking about you,

‘Coz I don’t want to think about anyone else.

I want the sky to hide me behind it,

So that you don’t catch me again…blushing.

I want the rain drops to drench me,

So that the redness in my face lightens.

I want the air to blow my hair on the face,

So that my feelings are hidden…and you don’t catch me again.

I can’t stop dreaming about you,

‘Coz I don’t want to dream about anyone or anything else anymore.

There was a gust of soft wind that whispered your words into my ears tonight,

I closed my eyes and got mesmerized in your feel in a flight.

There were these beautiful roses that reminded me of your charming smile,

I held them closed and planted a thousand kisses so that it reached you.

There were little dewdrops that reminded me of the moonlit chilling walk,

I lifted them softly and kept it close so that the memory lived us and I lived your feel.

There was you right beside me that reminded me of how lucky I am,

I just leaned myself on your shoulder and declared that I am just yours.

I can’t stop missing you,

‘Coz I don’t want to miss anyone else ever.

Your soft touch makes me go into a different world of beauty,

I promise never to hurt you or to belittle love.

Your sparkling eyes give me the strength to go on,

I promise never to let a drop of tear roll down those charming eyes.

Your soft yet strong embrace makes me realize of the small love world of ours,

I promise never to make you feel ashamed of our love and of us.

Your presence in my life adds beauty, life and love to mine,

I promise to fill our life with love and passion that you’ve always dreamt of.

Your dreams makes me feel like a princess coz I reside in them,

I promise never to let you down and be exactly you want me to be.

I can’t stop loving you ever,

‘Coz I just cant love anyone else the way I love you….and no one can love me the way you love me.

Emotions bhi kitne stupid hote hain...Logic hi nahi samajhte...

Emotions…stupid yet inevitable. They make us go down on our knees, they make us weep in wrong places, they make us giggle, they make us think aloud, they make us go away and come nearer, they make us do things we never thought of, and make us go on a path we never imagined of. Silly emotions!

But when we think about us without emotions we feel incomplete and unmanageable. But, sometimes we encounter situations when we find ourselves emotionless, being just a piece of plastic. Does it happen to you? It is sometimes called mood swings, a rough patch or just a phase. No one other than the person going through can actually define it. Anyway! Emotions…we go through so many different types of emotions everyday as meet different people, as we come across situations invited and uninvited, as we just walk ahead. There are pleasing emotions, saddening ones, thought provoking, simply provoking,  simple emotions, complicated emotions, unidentifiable emotions and the list goes on.

With every person we have an emotion attached. With our parents we have the best emotion attached, they love us with all our faults and mistakes. They never disown us for a hitch, undyingly and untiringly they hold us strong yet soft so that we don’t stumble in life. They lift us and make us walk again when we fall down, their smile is the best medicine to cure any hurt and it heels deepest pain in the world. They stand in front of our problems like unmovable mountains and these emotions make them as important as God because only God can be this compassionate and loving. Our siblings add another flair to our lives. She treats you the same as you were years and years back, a small kid. She just cannot stand when someone hurts her kid sister, she is like the strongest emotion binder, best friend, problem solver, a shoulder to cry on, best option to share a smile with or peels of loud laughter, she knows you through and through, she understands and holds you always. There can be no emotion like that of the bond of the family. It is incomparable and no other emotion can ever take this eminent position in life. They are the ones who teach us all other emotions. We learn, relate and feel from what we’ve learnt from them.

Then we meet many people in life through our journey, few called friends, acquaintances, teachers, love and a few other experience. People come into our lives either to be ours forever or to teach us a lesson. And every man is a teacher and we learn from everyone we meet, unfailingly.  Luckily I have very very  few friends whom I can call my own, forever, my 12 am friends and rest all are experience, some good ones and a few others who have taught me something or the other in the hard way. But, there are no hard feelings for anyone as life is too short to blame others, stay angry or to have hang ups. But then my all weather friends are the ones who understand me like family, whom I can call anytime in the day or night and ask them to talk, without even thinking for a second, who stand by me irrespective of my situation, who don’t judge me, who are with me just to be with me and not for my notes or for some help. Even if we dont speak for a long time, we know that we are stringed. "har ek friend, friend nahi hota hai" If I get an opportunity, I will thank them on national television one day.

Then comes another emotion that is overhyped in our filmy society way too much. The melancholy of the violin, the flowers falling from nowhere, the pehli mulakat, dil ka behekna , holding hands, be with a special one and all. I ve seen people falling in love in wrong places, in right places, with right and wrong people, in right places with wrong people and in wrong places with right people. But I don’t know what’s it like…whether an emotion, a necessity, a passing feel or just a way to hurt and break hearts. But to the limit that I’ve heard it is a great feeling and a sweet emotion to feel. But, the setting matters. Well! Loving someone is easy but standing by that person and promise for life is a test, which many fail that’s why they keep falling in love again and again and keep failing. And miss out the real essence as they miss out the right person because of mental blockages and overestimation concepts. But as people say, life moves on. But many don’t understand that a few get so hurt that their life stops because of selfish acts. This is certainly not love. But, giving a benefit of doubt, for the sake of good times, the string attached stays attached, unbreakable. But I don’t know what’s  love. It must be something alluring, that’s why everyone wants to be in it.

There are few other emotions that are unsaid but felt, unseen but sensed. They are the right connections with a lot of emotions. Our connection with a few strangers, whom we have met for a short span, or even never met, but still there’s an emotion string attached. A few people without even knowing you, understand you the best, because there are least hang ups.

I have always enjoyed all the emotions that have come my way, but today I feel emotionless and detached. There are said and unsaid incomplete chronicles. Living with a hope that lost springs come back this winter and life changes and becomes green again…another emotion, faith…hope…wish!

She waited...She smiled

…in the midst of the beautiful array of hues and the sparkle of the rain drops, she stood leaning on the wall looking at the unclear sky. There was a dark cloud above her that drenched her and her eye…she was waiting. Under the smiling sky she stood with eyes full of hope waiting for the horse ride and the swing that she always dreamt of. Her eyes did smoke away with blurring views and mental debates and reviews, but still she didn’t lose hope. She took two steps forward and sat on the woody stone, setting her gown and stifling her hair and putting it to one side. She got startled by the thundering and the sudden shrill. She tried hiding behind herself, lo! She couldn’t hide within herself. Suddenly she hid her face with her silky hair, abruptly, without thinking about anything she finely dressed her hair as she realized that she had disturbed her dressed hair. She had appareled for the charming charm, she couldn’t afford to look shabby. Ya...she smiled…at herself, or may be at a thought, a thought very private and dear and hers and theirs.

She got up with a restless expression, she was waiting, still! But there was no streak of anyone, anything or any hue. She started getting disappointed and creased her forehead. She lifted and talled herself to look into the street if there was any stride or tread, but she failed. She returned to her place and smile again, to another private thought was it? A little jump in her heart was it? Or a spark in her beautiful heart? It was the drizzle of sparkles on her face that brought in that beautiful smile and took away the crease on her forehead. She stretched her hand and danced to the tune of the rain. She actually danced to the color of red, of love, of the prince that she was waiting for. She could feel him and she could feel the beauty that draped her in the form of all possible colors and the unity of all emotions in the form of intimacy and love-filled smiles. She suddenly ran under a roof to save herself from getting wet. She had to look her best as she had dressed for the one, she was still waiting.

She cried, bitterly, she smiled, drenched in his love she waited for long and she smiled again, a new belief that drew her closer to love, that it is not end of everything. She convinced her deeply cut heart that her love is strong and very seasoned; it’s permanent and beautifully wrapped in the best of love wraps. She didn’t move, kept her hope alive and sat back.

“Seasons may come and seasons may go, but I’ll wait for you, for I can never the day I eyed your eye…Green is the fresh moment of the first feel and the first touch”

With her alive hopes…she ran towards her prince charming who ran towards her and fell on his knees to kiss her hand. He lifted her in his arms and sang the best lyrics and wrote the undying love story ever…

…When the ending is not happy, it’s not the end…and if it’s not forever, it’s not love. But, when it’s love it conquers the world.

Who I Am Makes A Difference!

Does it really matter what people think about us or what opinion they are creating about us? Yes. Sometimes, when it’s someone special, near and dear one but not for anybody and everybody. Love and respect them, those who deserve it and not them those who ask for it. Well if we do the other way round, we demean ourselves and people take undue advantage of us. We meet many people on the beautiful path of life, Our parent who love us more than God and who are more important than the universal director as well, Our friends who define, teachers who mold us, our life partner who defines love for us and many passerbys  and trespassers.

Someone has told very wisely, God cannot be present everywhere that’s why he created Parents, who love and care for us , Unconditionally, they are the ones who mold us and make us what we are and we owe our lives, success and everything that we become to them. They are the most permanent and inexhaustible part of our lives. People may come and go but they stay with us forever just like our shadow, I am confused may be they are within us and we are their shadows.

We meet many people Planned and a few unplanned in our lives’ itinerary. A few we call friends. First of all our best friends are our siblings. They stand by you, to correct you, guide you and love you like anything every time, every moment. They are our confidante and we rely on them blindly like a beautiful lyrical song. They save us from every unexpected and human made trouble and ignore our blunders as small mistakes.

Our friends who define us are a very very few. Though we meet many whom we call friends at some point or the other, but a few stay with us to be with us at every stage of our lives, a few since childhood and a few others as we grow up. They add a different hue to our lives.  We pour our hearts in front of them fearlessly; we fight with them, have fun, cry together, face the devil together and make the most beautiful picture for life. Well!!! There are always a few who are”FRIENDS” others just come and go, with their self interest and the play of life. We don’t need to tell them that we need them, they just come and hold our hands.

Our teachers, who play a very important role in molding one’s life, are an integral part of our lives. They tell us what is right and what is wrong and hold us soft and tender as we proceed to learn the lessons of life. Along with the lessons in the books they teach us a few very important lessons of life that makes our thought process and path processing clear and leads us towards an objective as all of us have come on earth for a purpose.

Our life partner, the special one, with whom we take the vows of life, to be together and be each other’s till death us do us part. He is the one who promises to be the one who will take care of us and the beautiful knot for life. He promises to love us more with each passing day and promises to be ours always. He is a God sent gift who wraps us with love, drapes us with world’s amazement and shows us the beauty of life when together.  

And…a few others who meet us as a lesson or as an experience, a few do leave an indelible impression for life long and a few others leave bruise for life as well. But what matters is to follow the mantra “Forgive and Forget” that will make life simpler and better. We need to sing the song of life anyhow, and then why not sing it with a smile. So what if there are people who test our patience like hell, So What if there are people wearing the mask of a friend and backstab us, So what if there are people who blame us for their mistake, So what if there are people who take undue advantage of us and leave us with experiences and lessons. So What if we bump into wrong people many times and fall and get hurt…We have a few others who unfailingly give their hand to pick us up, to wipe our tears and to take us in their arms to assure that everything is fine and life is still beautiful.

I thank every strand of involvement of people whom I’ve met till now, you have certainly brought in a difference in my life…Good or bad, it has certainly helped me to grow. As finally what matters is who I am makes a difference and everyone has played their parts in bringing in the difference in me as I walk on the path of life, with a few still with me, and a few others’ memories that, for some reason or the other are not with me.

And last but never the least God, who has created us , the adjustment bureau that he has created that shapes us and our life, decides who we should meet and with what purpose it holds, he is the director, guide, parent, lover, teacher, sibling and many times a simple passerby. We must treat everybody as a messenger of God, you never know, when we crash into the decider himself.

Never take anyone for granted, who knows when life take you for granted!

Woh Kitabon Wala Pyar...

Woh kitabon wala pyar…kitabon ke pennon se bahar…

A fairy tale, a drop dead handsome prince riding on a white horse to reach her princess and catch her forever and ever…Does this really happen? We experiencing nuclear inventions, IT and applied science enhancing and spreading its hold everywhere, are we supposed to believe in something like this? I think depends on us whether we are ready to take the risk or not. Sometimes, we get into something and after a while when we realize that we are not ready we start retreating without even thinking about the others associated as to how are they going to react or resist. If we cannot commit to consecrate then we have no right to drag anybody to a greater extent and die them out. It’s not that love stories don’t exist, they do, and successful ones do, just like the mills and boon and the Erich Segal kind. It is just the perception, be kind, God will be kind. When you become rude and harsh God shows the abrasive side. He has to be just after all.

Yahan se bahut door Sahi aur galat se par…ek maidan hai…main wahan milunga tujhe.

What we actually feel and is there in our heart, we must have the courage to speak it out and the conscious conscience to understand what is there in somebody else’s heart otherwise life would be meaningless and not that seamless. When we are in love we enjoy, stay loved and experience every moment without extremity and passion but when we get separated why do we curse the town for it? Why can’t we take the sole responsibility of the fiasco? Is it always the others who are responsible for the ill-luck that we face and the shock that we take up?

When we commit, we must stick to it like a cling and stay with the decision already taken forever. There’s nothing called a temporary or a passing relationship. It is surely not love, if it’s not forever.

Who zindagi hi kya jismein koi namumkin sapna Na ho…

We dream of so many things every day, every night, every moment, but the million dollar question is how many we actually proceed to live through and how much effort do we put into the materialization of our dreams. In the basket of innumerable dreams there are a few impossible dreams, we know that the chances of them turning into reality is 0.01%, but still we don’t lose hope and we continue living them. That’s the beauty of life. There are certain games we play, even when we know that we are going to lose and there are a few games we withdraw ourselves from, even though we know that the winner is just one and that’s us. Sometimes risking our lives makes us pay hugely, but playing too much with something as sensitive as life, takes away the most precious things and people; so we must always decide the rules in cohesion with God’s rule book and decision sheet.

Sometimes we don’t have the courage to accept and permission to feel what we actually want to feel because the veil of “should” comes in between. I wish we could have both at a time. No matter how confusing relations can be and how irritating they can sometimes be, the story has to be a little different and if there is a right time, it is now! And if there is anything called the ultimate truth it is this that we are witnessing NOW!

When we ignore true love that is the ultimate misfortune one can ever have. If we miss a single second or any clue and signal from love, we miss out a huge chunk of something great called emotions. If we can’t understand someone’s feelings and pain, we have no right to show anybody a rosy picture and drag them into an unending dark dead end.

Love is supposed to be reciprocated, embraced and understood. If we want to say someone that we love them, the time is Now and we must say it just now, If we wish to hold his/her hand, the time is Now and we must bank on the moment and not wait for the other person to initiate, If we want to say I love you, the moment is This and nothing else.

Sometimes it is actually required to go overboard and take the road less travelled to be different and to win the heart of our loved ones. Love is the beautiful dream that the most beautiful dream also dreams to dwell in the dream of the most alluring and undimmed dream.

… Mohabbat bhi bilkul zindagi ki tarah hoti hai… har mod asan nahin hota, har mod par khusi nahin hoti…par jab hum zindagi ka saath nahin chodte, phir Mohabbat ka saath kyun choden…

Love is the theme of life that makes us dance to the tune of the most melodious hymn and we get drenched in the love of our loved one who drapes us in the softest of yarn in to a single thread that acts as the strings of the best tuned guitar that plays the love songs and makes it a beautiful story. But, we must also know that hitches and tears are inevitable in love, in life. We should not lose hope and faith when the relationship is strangled and tested by God. We must be mature and considerate before drawing conclusions and terming things and people and turning a beautiful dream into an obnoxious nightmare.

There will be turn arounds, make them the turning points. There will be unpleasant talks, make them a fruitful discussion so that there won’t be the same problem in the future. But if the hobbles are not smoothened and stiffened it would be difficult to trek upon them when the actual tests come. Life doesn’t stop for anyone for that matter, but it hurts a lot. Then why do we stop loving? Why do we give up so soon on love when we still cling on to life? The idea is not to do away with the self once failed in love, but we must stitch the scratches and mend the ways so that the love swing always sways.

Never lose hope…keep loving and living the dream of love and passion.

Koi pyar kare toh tumse kare…tum jaise ho waise kare…koi tumko badal ke pyar kare toh woh pyar nahin sauda kare…aur saheba pyar mein sauda nahin hota

Loving someone for what they actually are is called real love. Cribbing about your partner’s hairstyle or minute things like that won’t help anyone form the beauty in a relationship. It must be pure and pristine, just you and He and nothing else must matter. Well! Little interventions sometimes seem to be romantic and sweet but repeating it every time becomes a pain.

So one must love the soul and not the body necessarily. The most beautiful people in the world are not with fair spotless skin or sharp features or a killer figure...they are the ones who can make the other person see the beauty of the world when they are around. They are the actual reason why we like dressing up, why we try and look beautiful/ handsome, why the simple moon in the sky looks extraordinarily beautiful and romantic, why raindrops seems to kiss us when they are with us, walking through the rain, why flowers seem to be talking to us, why there is the feeling of existence of the beautiful God in each one of us, why we bow down our heads while praying, why we pray. They are the reason why world seems to be so beautiful and why we love love.

So love your love like you’ve never loved anyone, bank on the moment that is now, and don’t wait for the right moment as the right is now and The Moment Is Now. When lost, neither the time will come back nor the loved one; may be then you’ll be left with nothing but to regret. So love, smile, and be happy…It is up to us how we draw our love story how we frame it, a beautiful story as in the books or a love-lost story.

Incorrigible it may become, but the feel stays as a sunny bright morning. Love is the most beautiful emotion in the world of feel. Love it with love; feel it with love and then No one can ever dare to cheat you in love.

May the smile never fade away...

The very first sight…A tall building with the best of architecture, the most estimable ambience and a very beautiful dialect. Well, it’s a hospital. One of the most reputed hospitals in the world. I have tapped my feet towards God’s big plan, anxious and happy. Well…great things don’t reach our hands easily, they take time. A lot of time, so that we appreciate when we actually have it and not digress from the master plan. We complain and fight for many unnecessary things in life but sometimes we forget to pray and ask for the things that actually matter.

Well! I am still in the hospital. I am neither a doctor nor a nurse. I never got a chance to actually save anybody’s life but I’ve always dreamt to live my God’s dream and be an important hardworking instrument in His mission. Well, I’m here to do my summer internship. In a year’s time I’ll be an MBA, Masters in Business Administration. But how far have I come in being a true MBA? Quite often this question and many such questions ring in my head and leave me with sleepless nights. The ones who bring in the difference have the right to question and dwell in this world. But till date I haven’t done anything exceptional, I don’t even know if I’ve made anyone happy even. Then what’s the use of my Masters degree and other things that I’m getting along with it?

I am still in the hospital when I see people working day in and day out to serve, some serve the people, a few serve their families through this, a few do it for the sake of it and many because they are passionate about it and want to bring in the difference and want to make the world a better place to live in. Why am I here? I need to introspect a little. There are patients moving in and moving out, in good condition, bad condition worst condition and so on and so forth. Ok… there are people working hard, officials moving hither and thither, doctors trying to save lives and many just watching them. Today I am counting myself among the last lot but very soon shall count myself in the other group, the experimental one and not the control group.

Now…People staring, gazing, envying, admiring…many expressions. Well I am enjoying all of it. Differences, experience, Godspeed that’s how we learn and I am here to learn. A New day and of course a new beginning. Leaving behind the very unimportant things in life, here I am moving forward with a fresh beautiful flower in hand and heart to win this world and dance like no one did. Leaving the queries and shackles, here I am moving on and forward towards a beautiful tomorrow standing on the no man’s land.  Hence, a new and improved me smiles and sways…

Happiness is like a cat, If you try to coax it or call it,
it will avoid you; it will never come. But if you pay
not attention to it and go about your business, you'll
find it rubbing against your legs and jumping into your
lap.

IMPOSTER

There came the most beautiful sight ever, the brightest star in the beautiful clear sky, the purest of rain drops, the delicate fresh petals, and the fragile flapping birds…THE IMPOSTER.

Showed me different meanings of love, care and romance and dragged me into a beautiful unlived, untapped and the most beautiful dream that I had hidden inside me. Unveiled the fragments of emotions and bonded into a very temporary string of arrays of emotions and sentiments. Dissuaded to be a lifelong form, I kept on following as a blind bird or a silent flow of the loudest sea. I could hear his laughter and false promises, but I failed to listen to my own footsteps, maybe I was running and not walking anymore. I kept on following the imposter like a fool or  just like a timid rabbit who didn’t know what to do or who was in search of a small shelter thatched with love. I was dragged into the black haunted lane, covered with the spectacular lights and the best of fragrance and I forgot who I was and where I was heading to.

But, I did not stop, why didn’t I stop? I could have stopped but I didn’t want to stop may be, I wanted to move on just out of curiosity as to what was happening and where was I headed to, will I be surprised? Or Shocked? I kept on flowing with the flow least bothered to realize that I was actually being rolled and strangled in an untie able knot. But still I did not stop, kept on moving with the song. The best tune played ever. I tapped to the tune that he played and danced to the song he sang, did not listen to the warnings and paid no attention to the red alerts and mistook them with the green ones as the sun was scorching and blinded my already myopic view. He did show me a path and a plan, which was impressive and I did not take a heartbeat before believing the imposter and handed my hand on his and stumbled hard over a rock and fell on my face. When I got up I was appalled to see that there was no fragrance, no lights and no hand, not even an inch of the plan. I was standing alone on a 5 way road and vehicles crossing heather and thither which could run over me anytime. Was it a dream? Or a nightmare? Or was I actually cheated by the most beautiful image and left with a book full of puzzles? I was speechless with a question mark on my face, couldn’t think of an alternative and closed all doors of hope and brightness. There is nothing as a pure feeling, it’s all adulterated and we would be a fool if we believe in any Imposter.

There is nothing called forever, there will be lessons on every turn and we need to fall down and get up with pain so that we appreciate the best things and our dear ones when they are around.

Conversation with My God!

Dear God,
How are you? Can I ask you that? I'm sure I can, after all you are my friend. Yes, You are my friend. Do you see what's happening? Well! everybody is behind something or the other and I feel I've taken a break and i'm standing still in the middle of the road and getting dashed as everybody is moving in glider speed. What do I do now? Should I move on? Or hold on? There is this huge black shadow falling on me and covering my clear vision and stopping me from moving forward but yes the thin beam of light that comes directly from your window guides and guards me. There is mental debate going on, a few streams pulling me down and strangling me and others encouraging me to go touch the sky and steal a few stars and put them into my bag.

"You must be the change you want to see in the world" the divinity inside me says that if I have to follow and believe in this statement I have to work towards it The other day I could hear you, you were guiding me towards a new beginning but I ignored the voice and moved towards a different direction and tripped over a small stone and fell on my face. Then I got up and moved towards you, I marked those landmarks you had  left for me,Thank You! As I moved forward I could see everything clear and slowly the baggage behind me got lightened. Blindly, I walked towards you and smiled!, after a long time, long long time.

Slowly, I encountered the most beautiful sight, a bright side. Thank you. I felt I had all the strength to win over my weaknesses and difficulties. I started monitoring and controlling my life, I was happy.Suddenly...I got up. It was a beautiful dream , a dream which you want me to live , which I love and which I should do. Do everything that my heart says,without thinking about anybody else and anything else and just follow the trail drawn by you and following the path to happiness and carefree life.

God, I am committing complete surrender, just hold my hand and walk me through, then I am sure I'll win over the evil and relive the real ME.Pull me out and take me into you, cleanse me and make em yours. I know you are watching me, smiling at me and testing me. Please give me the strength to withstand the pressure and come out with my favorite colors. You will always be my best friend,confidante, love.

Love always
Yours me!.

Borrowed thoughts...

I am borrowing this thought...
If we want it to happen then we must work hard to make it happen or else the greatest plans will look worthless...

Don't say you love me unless you really mean it
Coz I might do something crazy like believe it!!!

Love is the emblem of eternity:it confounds all notion of time
Effaces all memory of beginning:all fear of an end.

If you love me please let me know
If not please gently let me go.

"I believe that everything happens for a reason,
People change so that you can learn to let go,
Things go wrong so that you appreciate when they are right,
You believe lies so you eventually learn to trust noone but yourself.
And sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together"


Thoughts borrowed or created will always be termed as thoughts, pure, own and of course real to relate. Sometimes simplest of things bring an ear to ear grin on our faces and things that we've paid much importance leave us broken with unnecessary trails of tears, but thoughts cannot be avoided and we shouldn't avoid them as well. Coz sometimes they are our best friends.

Keep thinking...

True!!!

Umeedon wali dhoop...

The Blind Right Turn

Screech!!!

I picked my blazer and bag and left my work area with heavy eyes and a light heart. As I took the stairs instead of the elevator I was recapitulating the day and planning the next day ahead and suddenly a thought struck me and I was stopped from moving ahead.

Where am I heading? I have no life, every day the wheel of monotony is just orbiting and twisting me along with it. I dropped my car keys and unconsciously walked down the street. As I walked across the crowded bunch of people moving hither and thither for something or the other I found myself one among them. I took a blind right turn which led me to a crowded metro, without even thinking I got into it and moved towards a dead end or a new beginning. As I sat down I found an old couple deeply in love enjoying each other’s company with leaps of laughter and many times just sitting and watching each other that brought a genuine smile on my face. I don’t know after how long I smiled and it was an old couple that brought it for me.  As I turned my face outside the tinted window, I could see a beggar relishing a piece of loaf sitting on the platform in rags, yet enjoying the contentment. That made me realize how discontent I am in life with a thick wallet, a big house, the most expensive car and no emotions to witness.

I got down in the next station and continued walking, a clearer path now. I reached out for the cigarette packet in my blazer pocket and pulled out a fag and started making rings in the air and again I was smiling, second time in many days. Wow!!! Something as small as this made me smile, I enjoyed watching those rings forming and again vanishing into the source. I started playing with the punk on the road. I was wondering whether I was actuallllyyyy doing it. But I continued doing it as it made me happy. I was pushed into a standstill when I reached a bend on the road where an old blind woman was selling toys and everyone just passed by her as if she was invisible; even I must have passed by her many times unnoticed and ignorant. I took a break and sat on the rough dingy roadside bench and kept looking at her intensely as she kept on marketing her product with no buyers and hardly any spectators. My heart melted and moved towards her, kept the bundle of money that I had in my wallet, thanked her and left the place with the basket full of toys. I was wondering what to do with the basket when I found a bunch of kids playing with stones on the road. I called them and gave the basket to the kids and the divine expression on their face cannot be compared with any success, failure, money, and not even any other emotion. It was certainly heavenly to have seen those beautiful smiles and the way they played and caressed the toys.

As I walked down towards my home, finally; I asked myself as to what is the use of my masters’ degree? What is the use of the salary that I draw, the car that I drive and all other luxuries that I indulge into, when I don’t get to feel the emotions of other people? When I look at myself now I feel that I could have done much more when I have done and contributed very little, to myself. I reached home and switched on the light, and I could see everything clearly…very clearly.

I walked through the untrodden and decided to walk on the least trodden to make the difference, first in me and then for the others. There is no use of a life gifted by God, if we don’t understand the other gifts of god…

Strange but true!!!

The weekend bahus!!!

Days are gone when the ladies of the house used to burn themselves at the burning pyre. Now they are independent, self –made, well-read, competent and of course special. They maintain the perfect balance between their personal and professional levels. They have a family to take care of, elderly parents, an equally busy husband, children to mould and many other responsibilities and commitments along with official obligations. They get up early in the morning to start the day fresh in order to remain afresh throughout the day so that their won’t be complains on her page and she sails her boat smoothly and swiftly.

She takes her mother to the park, her father to the Ayurveda center every time they want to. She cooks food for them. Acts like the typical bahu, a loving daughter, a friend, a confidante and many at times their mother as well. She embraces them as her own parents and looks after them as angels on earth and puts in every extra effort to make them happy and bring the broadest smile on their faces.

She caresses him when he returns from office sad and tired , she extends the loving helping hand when he asks for her advice regarding his official fiascos, she gives her soft shoulder for him to put his crying crimes so that he gets lightened by pouring it unto her, she smudges away his worries and turns them into a beautiful dream just with a single wave, she paints and lives his dreams as hers and finally as theirs and moulds their children to be his reflection so amazing as a reality once a simple stargaze. She makes him believe that she belongs to him and she will convert every nightmare into a magnificent dream.

She is sometimes her toy, many times just a hand to cling on to, a friend to play with and the example that she follows, the epitome of perfection she aspires to become, her first teacher who teaches her A to zee about life and the various chapters. She acts as her fairy who materializes her wishes into reality. She is the one and the only one who understands her.

Well she has two pairs of parents to take care of, who expect, who love and who want her and she balances her life and walks through with handful of love and compassion and of course a promise to be the real one.

Well she has to go and compete in the vying world of competence and skill. She has to prove herself even there as she is a career-oriented educated and an ambitious lady who wants to climb the ladder of success and reach the zenith. Along with every stringed relationship she has an extra link to look into and she is the one who is expected to be nothing but perfect, how imperfect is the thought!

Well even she can be tired, sad, not so content, moody, and every other scent of emotion that people think she cannot feel as she is supposed to the perfect one. She is equally talented, educated, ambitious, smart and loved just as her counterpart, but why are all expectations made just from her? Just because she is the bahu? The weekend bahu?

Just remember she is the precious gift of God, not everyone is that fortunate to be loved by her, so grab her and never let her go, if not worship her…just love her!

Grace of God

It is hard to be a woman

You must think like a man
Act like a lady
Look like a young girl
And work like a horse
And still manage to smile...
That's the power of womanhood...

Colors of emotions...

Every color adds a different spark to our lives...they are our family,friends and near and dear ones and a few unsaid untold secrets...every chapter adds a colorful page to the amazing book of life...Thank you for bringing happiness on a palette so mysterious...yet so beautiful.

Colors of emotions range from A to Zee and they, innocently and deliberately paint a heavenly painting using the brush and skill of emotions on the canvas of our hearts.

Splash the most beautiful colors on others...then obviously a few droplets would fall on us and beautify our lives and mould it into a piece of art...or a piece of heart!

Happy Holi....

Paseo...Unpaved!

Walking on the span along with the frail aura,

She walked and her trail followed her wherever she stepped

With the sparkle of her solitaire she hid her eyes,

With the silken hair lock she drew the beauty of hues towards her.

She paused to touch the few dusty dewdrops on the rose petal she saw,

She could see the sky dancing to the tune of the bee,

She tapped her feet to the tune as well,

As her silk like gown adopted her tiptoed steps.

She suddenly withdrew herself from the color,

She intermitted to see the fragile imperfect perfection.

She tried to walk towards the dark, towards it.

She tried to lift her dress and run to reach.

She didn’t want to close her eyes, it might just vanish,

She didn’t want to touch it; it might just get hurt,

She didn’t want to hold it, it might just break,

She kept staring without even blinking, that was safe.

Slowly she gathered herself and approached it,

As she reached, it withdrew and the distance heightened.

She couldn’t solve the puzzle, but couldn’t stop herself either,

That darkness copped her heart without her knowing of it.

She got hooked to this drug but couldn’t feel it,

She got addicted but couldn’t get it as hers,

She claimed that reflection to be hers but couldn’t own it,

It belonged to her but did not have the conviction hold it forever.

…and she couldn’t move forward…life hit the stop button for her, forever…she couldn’t move towards it and couldn’t retreat back either…

Life is so unpredictable, we get attached to unreachable and impossible apparitions and those moments that make us weep the most are the ones we want to cling on forever.